Southern California in the 21st century is a tough place to raise a family with peaceful hearts. There really is just not a lot of time or space to breathe deeply, sigh and say "all is right with the world".
The highs are very high.
Mind blowing sunsets
Red carpet nights out
World class everything
It just rarely seems right.
Shopping at the right stores for the right food to give the kids the right fuel. And, of course, they need the right fuel to give them an advantage in the right school with the right kids making the right choices.
The power and the stamina to make it through the days always feels like a gift, but I'm just never certain that it's right.
This morning, though is a different story. It's so quiet. So peaceful.
My girl and I were the first to rise and we made a recipe for breakfast cookies from Pinterest. We did it right and they're good.
My guy is playing with Legos in the floor of the family room that is cleaner than usual.
Both dogs are lying in the slivers of morning sunshine on the floor.
The washing machine is running and the giant bouquet of stock that I bought at Costco is unbelievably fragrant and lovely.
Tomorrow morning will be an entirely different story, but today's it right. It is a rare and beautiful treasure.
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.